She seemed to be in a completely emotionless state, so she wasn’t particularly worried when she eventually realised that some the of the wraithlike ...hapes around her seemed to be discussing her. Why would they do that? Should she respond in some way? But how? Now she did start to worry. What had happened to her? Why was she here? Why couldn’t she communicate? As if in response, one of the grey shapes seemed to come nearer. There were no features to see, but she watched in amazement as an arm. The servers we just racked appear to be what you ordered, not the junk that arrived. The shipping documents match up with the ship dates you gave for your gear to my company. I checked and the waybill numbers matched as well. All the servers that arrived as replacements for the smoked gear were all sourced locally. We got a palette in from Atlanta at three forty-five with the expected Delta Dash tape and tracking. Before we even cracked the crate, we got another locally sourced pallet of the. Pulling out my chair, Master ordered, "Sit."I sat as demurely as I could, given my nakedness. This obviously wasn't what Master had in mind. Kneeling, Master cuffed my ankles and then moved them to the outside of the chair legs, spreading my thighs, making my shaved pussy lips obvious. I looked to Crystal as she watched, while attempting to serve our omelets. Her shaking hands made the process a little difficult. Her nervous excitement calmed my nervousness, but increased my excitement. I could. He would play along with the pretense this was a social call however. Perhaps he could use this opportunity to promote a pet idea of his own. His office was a secure environment where they might speak freely about top secret projects without concern for being overheard.Once the drinks were poured and some social pleasantries were exchanged the Senator decided to lead with what had been on his mind."George, I appreciate your having had Milt Morgan brief me on that Goldfish Bowl project last.